What’s in a valentine?
February fourteenth
Chocolate sweets for my love
The scent of roses, so sweet
.
Red love for my sweet
White, for a love that’s true
Pure hearts anticipating
Not broken and bruised
.
Or is it just a facade?
With warts for perfect hearts
Red roses withered, dying
Chocolatey lies from the start
.
The hopeless romantic expects
The cynic rolls his eyes
Lovers have their day
Basking in the tie that binds
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© Larisa McBean
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